F. Murray AbrahamQuotes

Abe: People like you think the whole world is queer.

Chris: It's lucky for people like you it is!

Chris: Abe, how is that gorgeous son of yours?

Abe: You're too late, he's getting married.

Chris: That's terrific! You give him my love, will you?

Abe: Sure thing.

Chris: Does he need someone to practice with?

Abe: He's been practicing already, that's why he has to get married.

Chris: Well compared to me, Abe, she would have to be an amateur.

Proclo: You're a good man, uh...?

Abe: Abe.

Proclo: Abe. Abe. I'm gonna have a novena said for you when I get back to Cleveland. What's your last name? Abe what?

Abe: Leftkowitz.

Proclo: I'll still have a novena said for you when I get back.

Chris: You know, I had a novena said for me once. I asked to wake up gorgeous.

Abe: So what happened?

Chris: Well look at me!

Proclo: How pissed off is he?

Chris: On a ten-scale? Ten.

Chris: There will be an orgy beginning in room 340 in exactly 4 minutes! Orgy in 340, 4 minutes!

Chris: It's like some strange heterosexual gypsy curse was put on this place!

Chris: I'm going straight.

Marco D'Aviano: Your Majesties, Excellencies, I am only a poor monk. I know nothing of strategies or plans of attack. But I do know that Vienna represents the survival of Christianity. I know that if you have faith, you will win. If you remain united, you will win. So if the King of Poland says he knows how to win this battle, let him explain it to us.

Kalina: [[w:Playing God 〈ethics〉|play God] Who are you to ]?

Cyrus: Playing is for children.

Rafkin: [''Psychically probes the junkyard, then yells out in pain''] You son of a bitch! You said he only killed nine people! There's over forty victims here!

Cyrus: Nine when he was alive. He's added a few since then.

Antonio Salieri: [to Father Vogler; [mediocrities; [w:Patron saint|patron saint] I will speak for you, Father. I speak for all ] in the world. I am their champion. I am their ].

Antonio Salieri: [[mediocrity] Your merciful God. He destroyed His own beloved rather than let a ] share in the smallest part of His glory. He killed Mozart and kept me alive to torture! 32 years of torture! 32 years of slowly watching myself become extinct. My music growing fainter, all the time fainter till no one plays it at all, and his...

Antonio Salieri: [to Father Vogler; [w:Requiem (Mozart)|Requiem mass] My plan was so simple that it terrified me. First, I must get the death mass and then I must achieve his death....His funeral! Imagine it! The cathedral, all Vienna sitting there. His coffin, Mozart's little coffin in the middle. And then, in that silence, music! A divine music bursts out over them all. A great mass of death! ] for Wolfgang Mozart. Composed by his devoted friend, Antonio Salieri! Oh what sublimity! What depth! What passion in the music! Salieri has been touched by God at last. And God forced to listen! Powerless, powerless to stop it! I, for once, in the end, laughing at him! The only thing that worried me was the actual killing. How does one do that? Hmmm? How does one kill a man? It's one thing to dream about it. Very different when, when you, when you have to do it with your own hands.

Antonio Salieri: [[w:Leopold Mozart|Leopold; [w:Don Giovanni|Don Giovanni] So rose the dreadful ghost from his next and blackest opera. There, on the stage, stood the figure of a dead commander. And I knew - only I understood - that the horrifying apparition was ], raised from the dead! Wolfgang had summoned up his own father to accuse his son before all the world! It was terrifying and wonderful to watch. Now a madness began in me. A madness of a man splitting in half. Through my influence, I saw to it ] was played five times in Vienna. But in secret, I went to every one of those five - all alone - unable to help myself, worshipping sound I alone seem to hear. And hour after hour, as I stood there, understanding even more clearly how that bitter old man was still possessing his poor son from beyond the grave, I began to see a way - a terrible way - I could finally triumph over God.

Antonio Salieri: [addressing a crucifix] From now on, we are enemies... You and I. Because You choose for Your instrument a boastful, lustful, smutty, infantile boy and give me for reward only the ability to recognize the incarnation. Because You are unjust, unfair, unkind, I will block You, I swear it. I will hinder and harm Your creature on earth as far as I am able. I will ruin Your incarnation.

Antonio Salieri: [to Father Vogler] All I ever wanted was to sing to God. He gave me that longing... and then made me mute. Why? Tell me that. If He didn't want me to praise Him with music, why implant the desire? Like a lust in my body! And then deny me the talent?

Antonio Salieri: [about the beginning of the third movement of Mozart's [[w:Serenade No. 10 (Mozart)|Serenade No. 10] Extraordinary! On the page it looked nothing! The beginning simple, almost comic. Just a pulse. Bassoons, basset horns - like a rusty squeezebox. And then, suddenly, high above it, an oboe. A single note, hanging there, unwavering. Until a clarinet took it over, sweetened it into a phrase of such delight! This was no composition by a performing monkey! This was a music I had never heard. Filled with such longing, such unfulfillable longing. It seemed to me that I was hearing the voice of God.

Antonio Salieri: That was Mozart. That! That giggling dirty-minded creature I had just seen, crawling on the floor!

Antonio Salieri: While my father prayed earnestly to God, to "protect commerce", I would offer up secretly the proudest prayer a boy could think of: "Lord, make me a great composer. Let me celebrate Your glory through music and be celebrated myself. Make me famous through the world, dear God. Make me immortal. After I die, let people speak my name forever with love for what I wrote. In return, I will give You my chastity, my industry, my deepest humility, every hour of my life. Amen". And do you know what happened? A miracle!

Tony: [''At a pay phone''] Bunch of cowboys. Somebody fucked up. Yeah, well, I'll check it out right away. You do that, Omar. You do that.

Omar: You still got the money?

Tony: Yeah. And I got the yeyo.

Omar: You got the yeyo? Yeah, right. Bring it here.

Tony: Fuck you. I'm taking it to Lopez myself. Not you, me.

Tony: Fuck!

Manny: ¿Qué pasó, man? (What happened?) ¿Qué pasa, man? (What's happening?)

Tony: Your big shot friend better come up with something soon, I didn't come to the U.S. to break my fucking back!

Manny: He's coming! What do you want from me?!

Tony: Fucking thing!

Manny: I told you.

Diner boss: ¡¿Qué le pasa?! (what's going on?) What's wrong with you?!

Diner patron: [''Holds his plate of untouched sandwiches to Manny''; [w:ham|ham] Jamón, jamón, ponle jamón! (There isn't enough ]. I want more ham.)

Manny: Que más carne ni más carne así viene el sándwich mang! (What more meat there is never more meat (What meat you got is all you get) This is how the sandwich comes, my clueless friend! (That is just how your portion sizes that you are served already just are and will be))

Manny: [''Observes across the street to upscale social club Little Havana with guests mingling at door''; [w:breast|titties] Look at that one. That one in the pink. She's beautiful. Look at those ].

Tony: Look at that punk with her. What's he got that I don't have?!

Manny: [[w:Cocaine|coke money] Well, he's very handsome, for one thing, you know? I mean, look at the way he dresses. Come on. That's style. Flash, pizzazz. And a little ] doesn't hurt nobody.

Tony: [''Brings up hands and looks at them''] Look at this. Fucking onions. I ought to be picking gold from the street.

Diner boss: There's two guys looking for you out there. Un grande y un pequeño. (A big one and a small one)

Manny: That's him, man. That's El Mono. (The Monkey) I told you.

Diner boss: Don't stay too fucking long. We've got a lot of work to do, so...

Manny: !Qué se cuenta, señores! ¡Qué se cuenta! (What's the story, gentlemen! What is told!) Waldo, this is my friend, Tony Montana, I've been telling you about. Tony, that's Omar Suarez and that's Waldo Rojas over there.

Omar: I got something for you.

Manny: Yeah? What do we gotta do?

Omar: [[w:Cannabis|Marijuana] Gotta unload a boat. ]. twenty-five tons. You get $500 each.

Manny: $500? That's great.

Tony: You gotta be kidding. $500? Who do you think we are, baggage handlers?! The going rate on a boat is $1,000 a night. You know that.

Omar: First you gotta work your way up to $500 idiot.

Tony: [[w:Dominoes|Dominoes] After what I did for you in Freedomtown?! What was that?! That Rebenga hit was a game of ]?!

Omar: That was something else.

Manny: Shut up! Take it easy!

Omar: What's with this dishwasher, chico〈ịṇsịgṇịḟịċạṇt boy〉?! Don't he know we could've got another space cadet to hit Rebenga cheaper?! Fifty bucks!

Tony: [''Omar reaches for his gun and Waldo thwarts him and Manny manhandles Tony back''] Then why didn't you? Don't call me no fucking dishwasher, or I'll kick your monkey ass. Who the fuck are you?

Manny: You can't do that, man!

Waldo: [[w:Colombians|The Colombians] ]!

Omar: Ah si, okay, all right, big man! D'you want to make some big bucks? Let's see how tough you are. D'you know something about cocaine?

Tony: You kidding me or what?

Omar: ¡Digame! (Tell me!) There's a bunch of Colombians coming in Friday. New guys. They say they got two keys for us for openers. Pure coke. Hotel in Miami Beach. I want you to go over there. If it's what they say it is, you pay em and bring it back. Do that, you get five grands.

Manny: [''To Tony''] Go, pay them, bring it back, yeah?

Omar: [[w:machine gun|a machine gun] You know how to handle ]?

Manny: [[w:Cuban Revolutionary Armed Forces|the Army] Yeah, man. We were in ]. Cool.

Omar: You gonna need a couple other guys.

Manny: That's no problem.

Omar: [''Throws white stick at Tony and Waldo accelerates the vehicle backwards''] Be at Hector's Bodega at noon Friday. You get the buy money then. If anything happens to that buy money, ¡ay, pobrecito! (Oh, poor thing) my boss will stick your heads up your asses faster than a rabbit gets fucked!

Tony: [''Sarcastically''] I'm scared.

Manny: Hey, you're pushing your luck.

Tony: Don't worry.

Manny: That was dumb, ese. (my good friend)

Tony: Manny, you worry too much. You'll have a heart attack. You act like that guy's doing you a favor or something.

Manny: What's this with the Colombians?

Tony: What does it matter?

Manny: He says "Colombians," and you make these eyes...

Tony: I don't like fucking Colombians! Okay?

Diner boss: What you guys doing? There's a lot of dishes to be washed.

Tony: [''He throws his apron at the boss's head''] Wash em yourself. ¡Coño! (Damn you!) I retire!

Diner boss: What the fuck you gonna do now? Don't come back here!

Tony: I gotta look after my investment!

Diner boss: Fuck you guys!

Manny: Close the shop!